You know what I have been thinking about alot of lately. When you are unlocking a door but you have fumble with the locks for a second to get the key in the hole and turn it the right way. But right before you get it open someone opens it for you from the other side and gives you a stupid fucking grin like 'hey, there you go' 'helpin out'.

Yeah- fuck you, everything was under control, I clearly have the key and was commited to opening it, thanks though for stepin' in there and giving me a hand. I didn't realize I bit off more than I could chew, cocksucker.

my car MUST be faster.

NEW FUCKING COMPUTER.









thats right, NO LIFE here on out.

Im tired

I just realized that my profile picture is REALLY REALLY outdated.

Killen Toys Rapidly



7th grade tagging crew represent.

In one hand I have a letter from the state of California saying that if I get another ticked I get my license revoked for a year.

In the other, I have keys to my brand new MR2 TURBO that has just been upgraded into the fastest car I have EVER driven.

This should prove intresting.

suspended license, and new computer. let the hermiting begin.

hello stable life style, we meet again.

I'm like a war vet returning back to civilian life but continues to wear my camo's and buck knife hidden in my synched combat boots . Now, in place of the human finger necklace, I now own a slip rug and spice rack.

choke.